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amazingmsme · 2 months

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I'm feeling a bit down. Do you have any tickle hc for Mark and Karen? Or any new ones?

Or even just some more Donna and Dan, I love your Dan and Donna stuff so much.

I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope these can cheer you up! I feel you, I’ve been kinda down in the dumps myself. Got a lil long, so putting some under the cut

So tickling is something that’s innocent & wholesome enough that they can engage in without being filthy sinners, but still allows them to be intimate on some level

They still prefer to do it when they’re alone. Gotta have their privacy!

They both prefer using lovey dovey kind of teases where they coo about how cute the other is being, how much they’re blushing, how cute their laugh is, etc.

Mark tends to start tickle fights more often, but that doesn’t mean he always win them. He’s just so cheeky!

I feel like he’s the more ticklish out of the two. & his spots are knees, neck, ears, tummy & palms

Karen’s worst spots are her feet, hips, neck, ears & armpits but most places are able to get at least a giggle

They’re such goofy lers & they love to get silly with their teases! Lots of baby talk & they def pretend to be the big bad tickle monster

Grace thinks it’s “gross” when they get like that with each other & she’s around, but then they both decide to turn on their admittedly bratty teen daughter because it’s been way too long since they’ve bonded as a family like this

Now onto our favorite news anchors!

Idk if I mentioned it before, but I think Donna might be slightly more ticklish than Dan. She makes up for it by being a vicious ler

They lowkey started having a competition to see who could sneak attack the other more & there’s so many news clips that came from it

She grew out her nails just for tickling. Likewise, he grew facial hair for the same purpose. Yes this happened during the tickle war, & there were fan theories about it. Ruth just about died thinking about it

Dan is SUCH a tickle monster ok this man lives for the chase & everything

A lot of times when they tried hooking up at work they got sidetracked & just tickled each other instead

When Dan tickles her, he teases like he’s broadcasting what’s happening. “And here we see a very ticklish damsel in distress. What do you have to say on the matter ma’am?” “The forecast calls for gale force laughter and a flood of giggles, so we suggest you batten down the hatches and hang tight” he’s a teasy asshole like that

Donna is the little spoon most of the time & of course Dan takes advantage of that

Donna LOVES blowing raspberries because they’re so effective on him

When they went public with their relationships, a coworker jokingly got them a pair of fuzzy cuffs but they absolutely use them

Sometimes if they’re interviewing a guest & they’re sitting between them, they can’t help but go back & forth tickling them & acting all innocent

Really hope these are able to help raise your spirits! They sure lifted mine!

#asks #shadowbrightshine #npmd headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #mark chasity #karen chasity #dan reynolds #donna daggit #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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endlessnightlock · 1 year

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hi i was wondering if you could please combine numbers 11 and 12 for the fluff everlark fics? i love what you’ve written so far and am off to find more of your stuff to read :) have a good day 🫶🏼

Sorry this is so late @anchoredhopes. I've been having a bad case of writer's block lately. Hope to kick it!

From Fluff Dialogue Prompts List

11. "Do you want a gummy worm?"

12. "You're being so lame right now."

"What about that one?" Prim leaned close to her sister's ear so no one could overhear their conversation. "The one with the red hair," she added when Katniss stared blankly at the group of guys

"Absolutely not," Katniss frowned, waving her hand in dismissal.

"What's wrong with him?

"Too tall. Do you want a gummy worm?" Katniss asked, her sister sighing in annoyance.

"Give them to me," Prim said, snatching the bag of candy away. Frustrated, she dug into a gummy worm, chomping into the candy and then ripping the rest away from her mouth like it had personally offended her. "We're going to be here all day because you're too picky," she wagged the worm's tail end so close to Katniss's face that she batted it away.

"No, I'm not being picky."

"You said the last guy was too handsome."

"And?" Katniss reminded Prim pointedly. There was no way she would approach some honest-to-god Adonis, like Finnick Odair, over something ridiculous as needing a partner for chicken at the Everdeen family's beach day. It wasn't her fault no one reminded her she needed to find someone until today. Gale would never stop teasing her if she showed up at the picnic alone.

"No one is too handsome," Prim replied. "You're being so lame right now."

Katniss crossed her arms over her chest. "Easy for you to say. Finnick is way too old for you! If I approached him, I would look sad and pathetic. Not what I had in mind for today."

"Who would look sad and pathetic?" a voice piped in from behind their backs. As one, the girls turned to find Peeta Mellark staring at them expectantly, a confused half-smile on his face.

A wave of nausea swept over Katniss. Peeta was the last person she wanted to overhear their conversation. She’s had a crush on him for as long as she can remember, but never talked to him until this year when Mr. Abernathy partnered them in biology class. They evolved from working together to friends quickly, but their relationship seemed different from the one he had with Delly Cartwright.

Sometimes she thinks Peeta was flirting with her, making her alternately want to puke in nervous excitement or prance around the room, humming some silly love song under her breath. She wished she knew what he thought of her. She wished she knew how to ask him.

Katniss really didn't want to explain to Peeta Mellark what she and Prim were doing. It sounded idiotic enough inside her head, without saying the words out loud.

"Nevermind, it's nothing-" Katniss began.

"Because our problem is solved if you can help us out. What are you doing this afternoon, Peeta?" Prim interrupted, bobbing back and forth on her heels.

Katniss sighed. She would kick Prim if she could get away with it. There was no way her sister could expect her to sit on Peeta’s shoulders in a bathing suit without giving herself a heart attack.

“Katniss needs a partner for the battle to end all chicken battles,” Prim said, before explaining further. As if any of it was a real explanation.

She was sure Peeta caught her watching him lick his lips. Instead of glancing away like one or the other usually did, he held her gaze. “Sounds fun,” he said, smiling at her. “What time do I need to be there?”

Katniss swallowed hard.

Crap. She really needed to get home and shave her legs since they were going to be hanging off Peeta’s shoulders soon.

#this is kind of a messy little thing #endlessnightlock writes #everlark drabble #everlark fanfic #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark

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ghoulpepperv · 5 months

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I've been struggling to be motivated to do any writing or much of anything lately. I won't go deep into it, but I did this to just do some writing for fun. It's been healing. Just two little drabbles.

I apologize to those who don't want more BG3 shenanigans. This is about my Tavs, Beryl (Wood Elf Warlock Bard) and Tessa (Human Rogue Ranger), because I love them. I might keep them as just DnD characters to play in the future or give them their own unique story.

If you're a BG3 fan, I'm sorry about getting my brain babies all over everything.

It Wasn't Kindness

Beryl couldn’t even remember why she was in Baldur’s Gate to begin with. It was probably nothing more than a layover to where she actually wanted to be. It all seemed so unimportant now. Until this tadpole in her head was dealt with, she wouldn’t be able to focus on much else. Getting off the Nautiloid had been her first priority.

Gaining party members had been a side effect of her journey. The first person the Wood Elf had encountered was Lae’zel. The Githyanki was a formidable but vexatious ally. She was the right amount of unhinged, topped with a refreshing bluntness. You were never left wondering where you stood with Lae’zel. Beryl could work with that.

As they made their way off the Nautiloid, Beryl and Lae’zel came across Tessa, a human rogue, trying to pry a half-elf out of one of the pods. The woman was desperate for this help which Lae’zel was hesitant to give. Beryl nearly walked on by but something compelled her to stay. Maybe she was getting soft or just stupid.

Once free, the half-elf would introduce herself as Shadowheart. It turned out to be for the best since she was a cleric. It always helped to have one on your team. Tessa found her own way of being annoying: she was too fucking nice.

Beryl wrote her off as an idiot who would probably get them killed. Yet her skills would be helpful. And Beryl couldn’t turn any of them away, could she? It wasn’t out of kindness, of course. That would be silly. They all needed each other to survive this. It wasn’t deeper than that.

As they traveled forth, the group kept growing. Tessa was insistent on saving Gale of Waterdeep from the sigil. The wizard was grateful and Beryl would be remiss if she didn’t admit having a wizard around is a good idea.

Astarion was different. He had greeted Beryl with a knife to the throat. Yet she admired his moxie. The pretty face didn’t hurt either. Tessa seemed more annoyed by how easily Beryl let him join them after attacking her.

“I’ll take responsibility if he does anything untoward, don’t worry,”

“Like holding a knife to your neck?”

“Oh, would you let that go?” Beryl was tired of this conversation.

“Gods, you really can get away with anything if you have a pretty face.”

“Not that you would know anything about that.” Beryl immediately regretted the words. She sounded so much like her mother in that sentence. She sighed, prepared to swallow her pride and apologize.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, it was a knee-jerk reaction.”

But to her surprise, Tessa was laughing.

“Your words have no sting,” Tessa said. “Just something a very hurt person says when backed into a proverbial corner.”

Beryl scowled at the accusation.

“You’re forgiven.” Tessa’s tone was obnoxiously saccharine. Beryl made a mental note to never apologize to her again.

“We need all the help we can get.” Beryl felt the need to defend her decision suddenly. “It can’t hurt having two rogues with us.”

Tessa mulled this over. “I guess, but if he kills anyone here, it’s on you. And he better not kill me. I’ll be particularly angry about it.”

Beryl nodded, accepting the terms of the agreement. This seemed to appease Tessa.

The other companions weren’t any less drama free, especially when Wyll and Karlach joined. Beryl wasn’t used to playing peacemaker, but she had managed to keep Wyll and Karlach from killing one another. Beryl was used to traveling alone. Solving other people’s quarrels was not her forte and yet here she was. Doing just that.

But she wasn’t doing this out of kindness. None of this was kindness. It was survival, just like she’d been taught. She didn’t care about any of these people.

She couldn’t care about them. It would be a weakness and weakness means death.

So no. It wasn’t kindness.

It wasn't.

Right In Front of My Party?

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.”

Tessa and Gale locked eyes. He spoke to her as if she were the only person in the world. In that moment, she was at least to him. Despite the entire band of misfits standing just behind them, forced to witness this display of overt horniness.

“I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with dangers has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

Beryl furrowed her brow. Was he really doing this here? In front of everyone?

The wood elf glanced around the group, searching for an ally in her confusion. Karlach watched with an adoring look on her face, like she was watching a romance novel unfold. Wyll gave a sly thumbs up to Gale to encourage him. He had been playing the role of wingman for Gale so Beryl couldn’t feign surprise at it.

Shadowheart was unmoved. Lae’zel didn’t seem as disgusted by it as Beryl thought she would be. It made some sense given how much githyanki connected love and fighting. The group had seen how true that was first hand through Shadowheart and Lae’zel’s unique romance.

Beryl believed Lae’zel felt nothing but hatred for Shadowheart, especially after catching them at each other’s throats one night. But only a few nights later, Beryl had heard sounds from Lae’zel’s tent that seemed to indicate they had more than buried the hatchet.

Beryl struggled for some kind of sex pun, but it eluded her. Lae’zel buried her hatchet in Shadowheart’s? No. No, that was bad.

Shadowheart was “the source of her bruises.” Of course, she wouldn’t mind whatever it was Gale was doing right now.

Astarion had a mischievous grin, enjoying the show. He was so adept at that act of flirting, it wasn’t a surprise he was relishing Gale’s awkwardness. It was like a wild animal studying a caged one.

Beryl turned to Tessa. She had to be mortified––

“Read?” Tessa gave a flirtatious smirk. “I could have written the thing.”

These absolute freaks. Tessa looked ready to jump his bones.

“I believe you. You never looked so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening,” he continued. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-death experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.”

Gale paused to regroup himself. “Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

Though a bit disappointed, Tessa nodded in agreement. Gale placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her to the Last Light Inn.

Beryl hated that she was happy for her two humans. She should have just been embarrassed for them, yet her brain signaled to her that this was “cute.”

“Pity,” Astarion commented with a fanged smile. “I thought we’d be getting a show. I can’t say I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, even if it involved Gale.”

Beryl met Astarion’s eyes. He seemed to be drinking her in. Beryl couldn’t keep her grin at bay when he sent attention her way. While she knew Astarion was using her either for sex or something else, she did appreciate his boldness. He got to the point. He didn’t waste time on conversations about books and battlefields. He just asked if you wanted to have sex.

“Don’t you agree?” Astarion’s voice was dangerously low. Beryl’s eyes widened, taken aback. She nodded slowly. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. They were flirting over the idea of those two having sex on the battlefield.

Pleased by the confession, Astarion began to follow the rest of the group to the inn.

“Don’t fall behind, my sweet,” Astarion noted. “You don’t want to be caught in the shadows.”

Beryl didn’t need to be told twice.

Gods, she was an absolute freak, too.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 tav #baldur's gate 3 oc #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate fanfic #baldur's gate fanfic #Lae'zel x shadowheart mention #lae'zel x shadowheart #astarion x oc #gale x oc

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saturnskyline · 1 year

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @braceletofteeth!! thanks bestieee 🤗🤗

i did this around a month ago, but i'm curious to see if anything has changed (i know some things definitely won't)

Three Ships

thought way too hard about this question even though it's not a final decision or anything lol. vegaspete is definitely there bc they are still wreaking havoc in my brain at all times :D monsam too, for changing the game and my life 🥲 and last but not least, winteam for becoming my new obsession due to their cathartic power. all quite different, but all very important to me <333

First Ever Ship

i'm still not completely sure, but going off of the previous answer, i did really ship katniss and peeta haha. not to be saying all of this in 2023... but i was team gale initially, until he basically got sidelined and then there wasn't really even a competition imo. and everlark really really grew on me! like i would be lying if i said "if it weren't for the baby" didn't have me in a chokehold bahaha

Last Song

psycho by mareux, from my vegaspete playlist (which is entirely too long but that's beside the point). it's mostly there for vibes, plus "psycho" is in the title, so there you go

Last Movie

had to think for a minute but when i remembered, all the horrors came flooding back 😭😭 i don't even want to say the name bc it's straight up embarrassing dfhsdfsh. suffice it to say that it was a bad jane austen adaptation that physically hurt me to watch :]

Currently Reading

a bunch of kp fics, since there so many talented and cool authors in the fandom! i go back and forth, but overall, it has weirdly helped me cope with all of the recent craziness. i've been reading a few lita fics as well, since i apparently can't get enough of those weather boys. dipping a toe in the rarepair pool of possibilities for both fandoms, which has actually been really fun

Currently Watching

between us (crying happy tears), gap (am woefully behind, sorry sapphics), and until we meet again (finally!!). i'm also in the middle of my kinnporsche rewatch, whenever i come back around to that. started rewatching don't say no the other day too for some reason, but i don't think i'm gonna be able to commit to the whole show for a second time lol

Currently Consuming

a ridiculous amount of ao3 and youtube fanworks/memes to boost my silly serotonin levels :)) mostly kp stuff, but i've been trying to branch out lately. expanding my resume of interests, as it were

Currently Craving

sigh... still one good movie kiss, unfortunately. that would probably involve me going out to meet people though, so maybe i'll stay on the yearning side of things for now 🫠🫠

Tagging

feel free to ignore if you've already been tagged or if you're not interested: @capikun @damnslippyplanet @hidden-joy @negrowhat @stardustvx @fandork @mcnonblackbeak @lesbianiconsteveharrington @davincsoo 💌

#fun stuff fun stuff #tag game

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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21 - The Stories Weren't True

Part 22

Victor's Daughter

Tag list- @lemonluvgirl87 @virtualsweetsdreamer @emma-andrea1

I rest my chin on my knees hearing the russiling of leaves behind me. Drawing a knife I throw it on the other side of the tree hearing the gun go off afterwards. The guys picture appeared above our heads a few minutes later. Wrapping my arms around myself I rock back and forth, lifting my shacky hands I'm front of me. I just killed someone.

"No, no, please don't kill me!" I thrashed under the thin blanket of the bed screaming in my sleep. Hands reached over trying to hold me still where I keep fighting against them until I recognized the voice calling out to me. "Y/n, Y/n,. Wake up, you're not there anymore!" Shooting my eyes opened I gasped feeling my breathing slowly down. Gale's eyes are locked on mine still holding my wrists down on the bed so I can't hit him. He slowly released his grip allowing me to sit up in the bed. He rests a hand on my lower back feeling me still shacking. My hands clutching the bedsheets under my hands. "I - I was back there - the night I killed...I need to go with Katniss today - I need to go home." Gale turned my chin so ill look him in the eye. "It's not home anymore, baby...it's just.." I know he won't talk about the bombing. Especially since he blamed himself for letting my fake mother Elizabeth die.

Gale left to prepare a hovercraft while I found Katniss sitting in medical with Prim. She runs up to me and I bury my face in her hair, wrapping her in a comfortable hug. "I'm sorry Y/n. I can't imagine what you're going through." Someone clears their throat causing us to break the hug. I see a black guy who says he would escort us. Katniss and I intertwined hands getting in a elevator but my freehand slides down to the knife clipped on my hip. I don't trust anyone else here but the people from home. "We were always told there was nothing left of 13." Katniss breaths out referring to the stories in school where we were taught of the other districts. Tucking hair behind my ear I've just been leaving it loose instead of how it used to be in pigtails. "They told us that no one was left alive...that it was to be a threat to the others of what happened." The guy nods my direction opening the door. Katniss quickly runs up hugging Gale who whispered in her ear. "I can't believe you're really doing this." She simply replied taking my hand again. "We have to see it for ourselves."

The hovercraft lands where our boots banged on the metal ramp. Once the fog clears I gasped holding a hand over my mouth at the hall where our names were drawn. Now just turned to rubble in front of us. Katniss slowly started walking through the town but stops where I whispered. "What's wrong, Katniss?" She moved her foot and I nearly threw up seeing a dead skull on the ground. She covered her mouth stumbling up the hill gasping where I rushed forward. Halting in my tracks my knees give out and I drop in the dirt of thousands of skulls, scattered all down the town. "Mo - mom. I - I'm so sorry - Elizabeth this - this is my fault!" I started crying somehow picturing the screaming in my mind. All the honor and how they had no time to prepare at all. Weakly we managed to get to the victory house and I scoffed seeing that it's the only thing standing completely fine. Katniss walks around picking up her families things but I stop walking hearing something coming. Launching my knife towards the window, it sticks in the wall right above Buttercups head. The cat meows at me where I slump my shoulders thankfully I didn't kill Prim's cat. Katniss picks him up putting him in her bag but he growled never liking her.

"You should try and eat something." Gale suggests resting a hand over mine as we eat dinner. Leaning back in my chair I shutter out in shock. "I don't think I can, Gale - I can't stomach that Celestia is related to that man." He sighed pulling my head to lay against his chest, arms draped around me. During my nightmares the first few weeks we were here I dreamed of Snow or someone killing her. Ending up I had to tell Gale that our friendship wasn't just an act, it's real. Katniss really just picked at her food on her tray until the announcement came on from the Capital. Lifting my head up a little I see Flickerman on the screen wearing a black tux. "Here's someone to shed some light on what really happened in the Quarter Quell. Please welcome Mr. Peeta Mellark." She slowly rose to her feet stopping as close as she can to the screen. Pushing myself up I drop my mouth opened picturing that Snow had killed him after my father said he was still in the Capital. Petta's hair is neat and he's wearing a white tux broadcasting this to every district. "It seems as though she and her friend Y/n were part of a rebel plan." Flickerman questions the boy where he shakes his head no is disagreement.

Gale squeezes my hand in his as I don't move my eyes from the screen. It sickened me to see his dressed like that again. The Capital must be doing something else to him I just don't know what. "Well was it part of either of their plans to almost be killed by Joanna or get killed by lightning. No we were not part of any rebel plan. We had no idea what was going on!" Peeta threw his hands up pausing in his speech. "I want everyone who's watching to stop and to think about what a civil war could mean. We almost went out once before and now one numbers are even fewer. Is this really what we want to do, kill ourselves off. Killing is not the answer. Everyone needs to lay down their weapons immediately." District 13 citizens started shouting that he's a traitor and that he can't be trusted anymore. Katniss turns on her heels running out of the room. Jumping to my feet I chased after her but bumped into a body, feeling arms grab me so I don't fall. "Finnick?" I questioned up to him. He let's me stand on my own, running his fingers through his hair. Frantically looking everywhere around me for some reason. "We need to talk alone...it's about her, Celestia."

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invisibleimpossibilities · 4 years

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"I'm sorry, I'm so late! It's the first holidays I get to spend with my family back home in a minute, and recalibrating my starting point for world jumps can get me a little lost sometimes, BUT....!" Isaiah delivers a decorative blade to his Teach, with an inscription of luck and willpower in his native tongue. "Here, it's from back home. I thought you might like it."

Happy Yule! || (unprompted!)

He comes and goes like the wind these days. Robin hardly understands half of what he says, no matter how curious she is to. No books in her world will help her learn about his. She can only do that through the stories he shares - and, oh, will she drag more out of him before he rushes away once more in a gale which leaves her a little more chilled for his absence.

“No trouble at all, Isaiah! I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve much time to make up with them, after all!” Brown eyes reflect the gold of evening light with all the fondness she holds for the young… no not so young… but quite grown man before her. “You know I’m happy to see you at all. And… I… Oh, I don’t even have a gift in return. I wasn’t expecting you… I… I…” her heart flutters as speech stutters while outstretched hands accept the gift. How can he really just waltz back in and chatter at her as if it were any other day? Here he took the time to come visit her for Yuletide - away from those he’d been seeking for so long, those who meant the most to him - and she couldn’t even offer a proper trinket of her own appreciation. She can barely offer him words. Her arms tremble, and her back forces itself to stand straight, and she sucks back all her tears with a swallow.

There are many emotions Robin has experienced in what life she can remember, but never has she felt so under-prepared and over-whelmed. Joy threatens to burst forth from her chest while guilt tries to crush it, but mostly she’s just overtaken by the thrill of seeing her former apprentice alive and thriving. She drinks in the sight of him standing tall and breathing and smiling, and it takes him nodding his head to the little package and drawing her attention to the tangible weight of it in her grasp to finally convince her she isn’t dreaming.

But she doesn’t open it. She would, of course, (and she would be thrilled at the addition to her arsenal - with a one-of-a-kind inscription she’s certain holds its own kind of enchantment; it might just save her life some day in his stead), but not now. Not when his mere presence is a far greater gift to behold. No, Robin drops the box, letting it fall carelessly to the ground, and hurtles towards him for the biggest hug of his life.

(Secretly hoping he’ll spin her around in that silly way she misses so much.)

#( I'll devise some strategies and drop by later || answered )#( I give you now my books and all their mysteries || panta rhei psychi )#wtf is this WTF IS THIS!!!!#I'm not crying you're crying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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littlemisssquiggles · 5 years

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Hello! I've been reading your posts for quite some time. Now I have been reading about scenarios in which Oscar got kidnapped with or without Ruby by Salem but....what if Ruby got kidnapped by Salem and Oscar has to go out and save her (with backup of course). I'm not suggesting that Ruby should take on the role of the damsel in distress given her development in the show thus far but it's been so common nowadays about these speculations of Oscar being more likely to be kidnapped. Just curious.

Hello Rainbow.Well to be fair, I’m among the folks who’ve been pitchingthe idea of Oscar beingthe one to be taken by Salem alone.

However before duringV5’s runtime, one of the firsttheories for a potential Dark Domain Arc in RWBY that I pitched featured the idea of Oscarand Ruby both becoming prisoners ofSalem, being forced to survive on their own and make the perilous trek acrossthe Grimm infested Dark Lands.

Back then, I figured that Ruby and Oscar would bekidnapped together because between V4 and V5, there were hints of this beingpossible. In V5, we got Lionheart mentioning taking Oscar to Salem and in V4,Ruby was made a target by Salem who sent Tyrian Callows to kidnap her and if itweren’t for Qrow intervening, Tyrian may have succeeded in abducting her.

Despite Tyrian’s failure, it doesn’t excuse the fact thatSalem showed an interest in Ruby and with Tyrian expected to be a part of theupcoming Atlas Arc, it wouldn’t surprise me if he dared to enact his revengeand claim a second chance at whisking Ruby away to Salem. So if Ruby becomes a prisoner of Salem,it wouldn’t surprise me.

However here’s the thing, Ican’t picture the idea of Ruby being kidnapped alone with an entire arc being dedicated to focusing on her friends having tosave her being led by Oscar. And my reason for that is due to her status as ourmain protagonist of RWBY. Ruby is our valiant hero of the story and I can only see theWriters writing her to be that way. I’m not saying Ruby can’t become Salem’sprisoner. I’m just saying I can’t see that story being written in a way whereRuby is the maiden waiting to be saved by her friends. I can only see Rubybeing captured only to escape and then the audient spends the story watchingher struggle to make her way back to reuniting with her friends who are lookingfor her.

That’s how I see it. I also can’t see Ruby being takenalone with Oscar having to find since the narrative so far has painted the bothof them with clear targets on their backs. Oscar especially, given Salem’sreaction to learning that Ozpin is alive and reincarnated as him and the V6finale after-credit moment of her preparing her Winged Beringel Army topossibly go after Ozpin and essentially Oscar.

I can’t see Ruby being taken without Oscar. For me, I canonly see it as Ruby beingkidnapped with Oscar since both smaller,more honest souls have been previously alluded to be targetedby Salem or just Oscar takenalone with Ruby being the only to save him. That’swhat I see being more likely to become canon with my current favourite beingthese two headcanons being the one about Oscar being taken.

I’m sorry if it’s become a common theory but as I alwayssay, my firm reasoning behind why I love the ‘Oscarthe prisoner and Ruby his saviour’ theory isbecause of the strong parallels to the Lost Fable episode from RWBY V6 and the Lost Princessof Oz fairy-tale.

Oscar draws inspiration from Princess Ozma, as many RWBYtheories had deducted, and in the Oz book series, there is a story titled ‘The Lost Princess of Oz’ which depicts Princess Ozmabeing kidnapped and it is her best friend Dorothy Gale who leads a search partyto rescue her.

Many RWBY theorists believe that Ruby draws inspirationfrom Dorothy Gale apart from her trademark Little Red Riding Hood motif.Personally I was more under the impression that both Ruby and Oscar shared influence from Dorothy but it is Ruby who’ll become the Dorothycharacter in Oscar’s Ozma story.

Dorothy was said to be Princess Ozma’sclosest confidant in the Oz series and this is thetype of relationship that I’m anticipating to see reflected in the Rosegardenbudding friendship. I’m expecting Ruby tobecome Oscar’s best friend and closest companion as well as his future love interest since Oscar also takes influence from the Little Prince whose truelove was a red rose that was his main companion back on his home planet.

As for the Lost Fable, should Oscar becomeSalem’s prisoner then I am of the opinion that she would lock him away inside a lonely tower much similarto how she was imprisoned centuries ago. I adore the parallel of Oscarbecoming like Salem once was---stripped away from his loved ones and lockedaway by a wicked being who condemned him to a life of isolation and loneliness;never knowing if he’d see the outside world ever again or be reunited with thosehe holds dear.

I am behind this theory 100% because I think it would be fittingto have Oscar, as an incarnate of Ozma, become the Boyin the Lonely Tower waiting to be saved by his caped champion. Itis quite the appropriate satire to have Salem, the original girl in the tower detainthe boy who is the very embodiment of the hero who once saved her from hersolitude. Salem the imprisoned becoming the imprisoner to lock away the boy was once the righteous man who freed her in anotherlifetime is such a perfect parallel . At least to me it is.

In Salem’s story, Ozma was the righteous valiant hero whofought and freed her from her captivity. I can definitely see Ruby becomingOscar’s champion, leading the charge to save him from his imprisonment. There are similarities to Ruby and Ozma just as much as there are similarities to Salem (original) and Oscar. I discussed those similarities better in this Musing post right there.

This is why I love this theory so much. It connects backto two important tales related to Oscar. I really would love to see that parallelto the Lost Fable because I think it’s the most possible. If not that, then it’sRuby and Oscar against the Dark Domain theory because that headcanon also hasan Oz equivalent. Two actually.

In the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy was kidnapped by the flyingmonkeys and taken to the Wicked Witch. As I said, Ruby and Oscar both shareinspiration from Dorothy Gale. There is also another Oz book--- ‘Glinda ofOz’ in which Dorothy and Princess Ozma got kidnapped together. This was another nodto the Oz books that helped me justify why I inclined to the theory of would be cool if bothRuby and Oscar got nabbed together since they both technically representDorothy and Princess Ozma.

As a matter of fact, I’d actually love to combine both ofthese theories. Imagine if…Ruby and Oscar are kidnappedtogether and taken to Salem. Oscar is then lockedaway in another solitary part of Salem’s castle while Ruby is held elsewhere---possiblyin some kind of tomb-like dungeon of some sorts where Salem can potentiallyentertain herself by forcing Ruby to combat countless hordes of Grimm withoutthe use of her Crescent Rose or her silver eyes.

Some fans have shared the idea of Ruby losing one of her eyes. While this squigglemeister isn’t too big of a fan of this theory, I’lladmit that I can actually see it happening. I can see Salem damagingRuby’s eyes but not to the point of her going completelyblind.

Since by my assumption, Salem would most likely rather sadistically wishfor the young huntress to see every bit of torment Salem was going to put her through. Instead Ruby’seyes are damaged just enough so that she can’t summon forth her indomitablepower. At least, not without causing herself excruciating pain or failingentirely.

Perhaps Salem damages Ruby’s eyes using dark magicmaking her injuries impossible to be healed even by normal means such as Jaune’ssemblance. I’ve more been a fan of Ruby losing her eyes to dark magic since it an potentially open up a bit where Oscar can master control ofhis own magical powers as means of healing Ruby’s eyes back to their originalstate. It’s only another headcanon butit’s one that I like.

Anyways, eventually Ruby manages to free herself byoutsmarting Salem’s forces. We then get a story of Ruby finding her way toOscar who she learnt was being kept in a lonely tower. There she reunites withOscar and the two share a tender moment before making their daring escapetogether.

However in spite of their heartfelt reunion, our twoRosebuds aren’t out of the danger yet. Escaping Salem’s castle and the lonelytower was only the first obstacle. The hardest journey would be making it back to civilization to findtheir comrades---granted that they were still alive after the Fall of Atlas.

That actually doesn’t sound too bad. I am down for bothof these theories being combined, if ever possible.

So to reiterate, I can’t see Ruby being kidnapped alone.In my mind, we’re more likely to either see Rubykidnapped with Oscar and the two have to work together to escape Salem.

Or…it’s ascenario where Salem arrivesto kidnap Ruby but Oscar lets Salem take him in Ruby’s place. Or…it’sthe latter where Salem comesto take Oscar and threatens to the lives of everyone in Atlas if Oscar didn’t surrenderhimself over to her. So in the end, Oscar gives himself up toSalem to protect everyone including Ruby who fails to save him and can onlywatch helplessly as Oscar is taken away before her eyes while the entire kingdom of Atlasfalls around her.

That’s how I’m seeing it. I see the heroes taking their biggest hit and facing their biggestfailure in Atlas Kingdom. Even worse than Vale. Notonly does Atlas Academy fall but the entire kingdom itself. Since Atlas is inthe sky, that is just a giant red flag in my eyes for this entire kingdom to plummetto the ground.

My impression is that Atlaswill fall from the sky at some point during itstrilogy and what I figured could be an interesting way to tie this narrative toa potential standalone Dark Domain Arc is if Salemsimultaneously kidnapped a handful of Atlesian citizens during the Fall ofAtlas to hold them hostage in her domain.

Like…imagine General Ironwood and the Atlesian military workingdesperately to evacuate every surviving citizen during the Fall of Atlas; boardingthem all on airships to be taken to safety in another neighbouring kingdom(like Mistral or maybe even Vacuo); only to be bombarded by Salem’s forces whotake control of those ships.

So while some airships managed to evade captivity, Salem stillsucceeded in capturing a good percentage of the populace. Among the safepassengers are, of course, our heroes (minus Oscar) but to their dismay, theyare forced to watch helplessly as Salem took hostage of some of the airshipswith evacuees on board. Among them were some of their friends and even family.

Like perhaps Team FNKI and I have this headcanon thatWeiss’ family---Whitley, her mother, Klein and even Winter were among theevacuees captured by Salem. Y’know to give Weiss an incentive to join Ruby in venturing into Salem’s Domain on a life and death rescue mission to save Oscar.

These days I’m really starting to lean toward the headcanon of Salem capturing Atlesian citizens during the Fall of Atlas to use as leverage to torture Oscar into submitting to her whim during his imprisonment by threatening their lives if he didn’t obey.

By my headcanon, Oscar figured he had saved everyone with his sacrifice when the reality was, he didn’t. I described this theory betterin these two Pinehead headcanons----Oscar’s GrimmBuddy and Oscar’sBetrayal.

So yeah, I think this covers why I’m more in support of the Oscar the Prisoner theory. The Ruby reverse isn’t bad. I just find the version with Oscar more likely to happen because of the strong parallells to Oz and the Lost Fable. Hope this answers your question.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

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SPN 8x21: “The Great Escapist”

THEN: Cas takes the angel tablet and runs. Naomi. The three trials to close the Gates of Hell. After each completed trial, Sam seems to be doing worse. Kevin’s convinced Crowley knows where he is. Now he’s in the wind.

Back at Fizzles Folly??

Ahh, ok, HERE are demon Sam and Dean.

“You forgot the knock. What's the point of a secret knock if you don't use it?” And that’s when Kevin knew...but he played along.

Why that face thoo.

“We got a tip that Crowley was moving his earth-side operations, so we, uh, laid ourselves an awesome trap.”

“So, uh, Special K, you keep your nose to the God-stone, we're gonna drive out and make a lotta noise a long way from here, keep the safeboat safe for you.”

Yeah, this is definitely not Sam and Dean.

“You. Fake Sam. If you're gonna tip our hand, I'll have to scrub Kevin's short-term memory again. And that's risky, so watch the patois in there.”

“Patois?”

“Your slang. Special K, nose to the God-stone, that's the way Dean speaks. Sam is... more basic, more sincere.”

Crowley has a good read on Sam and Dean tho.

“Alright, here we go. John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, just like Dad used to make.”

Nurse Dean.

“The bloody handkerchiefs, the fever, the shaky legs... this is not good.”

“Well, I'm not good. And I'm not going to be good until we can start moving again. Until I can start the third trial.”

Was that supposed to make Dean feel better?

So Crowley definitely sent this message, right?

“Sam, Dean. I've set up this message with some software on a remote server so it'd send itself to you if I didn't reset it with a command once a week. Which means I didn't reset it this week. And there's only one reason I wouldn't. Which means if you're watching this, then I... then I— I'm dead. I'm dead, you bastards! So screw you, screw God and everybody in between!...Crowley must've gotten to me. And the one thing I know is that I won't break this time. Not sure how I know, but— but I do. I've been uploading all my notes, the translations, I'm sending you the links so you can get all of it. You guys are gonna have to try to figure out the rest. I'm sorry. I know it was my job, but I— but I couldn't...I'm sorry.”

That’s about as well as Dean takes Kevin’s real death.

“Garth still MIA?”

“Yeah.”

Garth is officially MIA aka officially a werewolf.

“How about the other prophets in line? I mean if Kevin is, uh... is dead, then won't one of them be activated?”

“Nothing, no, not a peep.”

There's your clueee.

“We should've moved him here.” Yeah, that’s a great idea! Do it when you get him back.

Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Cas looks so strung out.

“Uh, I'm sorry, mister, but you're gonna have to order more than coffee if you wanna keep the table.”

“Of— of course, um. I'll have the smart-heart beer-battered tempura tempters.”

That actually sounds good.

“They're getting closer.” Time to go.

Ion. An interesting name.

Palm Bay, Florida. Denver, Colorado. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Portland, Oregon. St. Louis, Missouri...so on and so forth.

“He's using a clever tactic. It's a restaurant called Biggerson's. The humans have built hundreds of them, almost exactly alike....Castiel is using it against us. Now, we try to orient ourselves, but it's as if we're in every Biggerson's at once— Trapped in a quantum superposition. Now, he chooses which to go to next—That's what's giving him the edge.”

That’s an amazing strategy.

“Very well. You say he can't be caught? Then we will simply have to make him stop.”

Sam took a humanities course at Stanford.

“This one belonged to a tiny tribe in Colorado, more of a— a clan, really. It says here they held on to their scrap of mountains when all the other tribes fell to the white men. So this glyph was a territorial marker—closest translation: ‘messenger of God’.” Sam’s got it.

“Messenger of God—Dean, we have to go there!....I'm only gonna get worse. I mean, until we get back to the real job, until we find the third trial—we're out of prophets! We're not gonna figure out what Kevin couldn't! I'd say we go to this messenger of God who wrote it in the first place!” I know he’s right, but Sam looks and sounds off his rocker.

“And you think this Metatron is hiding out in the mountains with a bunch of Indians.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I do....You're not— you're not really supposed to say Indians, it's... We should go.”

This is one of the worst things Naomi has done, and that’s saying something.

RIP people at Biggerson’s. Killed by angels.

Cas wanted to heal her. :(

Route 34, Colorado.

Sam can hear something Dean can not.

RIP Kara, Cas’ waitress. Killed by Naomi.

“How— how many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?”

“Frankly? Too damn many.”

Oh yeah sure, brag about your brainwashing. That’ll make you look good.

“Honestly, I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. You have never done what you were told. Not completely. You don't even die right, do you?”

HE DOESN’T STAY DEAD AT ALL B I C T H

“Where is the angel tablet, Castiel?”

“In the words of a— good friend... bite me.”

Balthazar.

“Go. Search all these Biggerson's. He must have hidden it along the way.” DId he now?

“I can barely see. I need food.”

“Alright, uh, barbecue ribs, mashed potatoes...”

“Garlic mashed potatoes.”

“Garlic mashed potatoes, mixed greens with... baby lettuce, cornbread, and, uh, Pad Thai?”

“Garth says there's a good little place on the other side of town.”

Kevin took complete advantage of these demons, bless his heart.

“If I wasn't running everything, I could've played Dean myself.”

“Oh, you would've made a great Dean, sir.”

I actually agree.

Winchester stories!

“Hey, you remember when uh... when Dad took us to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, on that pack-mule ride?”

“The what?”

“And you're, uh... your mule kept farting, just— l-letting go, like, gale force?”

“Dude, you were like, four years old. I barely remember that.”

“I'm gonna— I'm gonna, uh. I'm gonna follow the hotel manager, D-Dr. Scowley-scowl. He's like a villain from Scooby-Doo.” Why are you so precious, Sammy?

“No, hey, uh, little big man? You should get some rest.”

“Yeah, I can do that too.”

Me.

“What did the great spirit's sacred messenger ask for?”

“Stories. He asked the people to tell him stories.”

Sam finds the boxes of books...then passes out trying to call Dean.

“I'm just going to have to pull you apart, aren't I?” That would’ve worked.

RIP angel. Killed by Crowley.

“Found you on the floor, passed out, your temperature was a 107. I had to force it down or you were toast.”

Metatron is definitely there.

“I had my R&D people melt down one of your angel blades, cast it into bullets. Seems to do the trick.” Huh, AU!Bobby discovers that little trick too.

“That's right, Cas. I got me an angel on the payroll.” Wow, Ion.

“You guys were right, I— I do need the other half of the tablet to get the trial. It's not too far from here.”

“Awesome. Uh, what's the 10-20?”

Fake!Dean got the lingo right, at least.

“I've been getting regular updates from my expensive friend here.” What did it take to buy Ion out?

Castiel SWALLOWED THE DAMN ANGEL TABLET. WHAT A MADMAN!

“Spanish Flea” by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass.

“The kid told us where the other half was, but it... wasn't. Dab of crap tricked us, sent us into some kind of Hunter mousetrap.”

Kevin has style.

Dean used to read to Sam! I’m telling you, I love learning the smallest details about characters.

“Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face, and— I remember... thinking, uh, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I'm not clean. I mean, I w— I was just a little kid. You think... maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that— I had... demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm— wasn't pure?”

H O W could a young child ever think that?????

Again, I know he’s right but he doesn’t come off as convincing.

Look at all those books! What a dream room.

Hello Metatron, you fcikgn worm.

“What, you really haven't heard of us? What kind of angel are you, we're— we're the freaking Winchesters.” lmao Sam.

Cas swallowed the damn angel tablet AND pulled a bullet out of him. My hero.

“You little prat. Having fun yet?”

“Screw you.”

Fuck yeah, Kevin!

“It started when they forgot the secret knock. But really, it— it was the way they acted.”

“So... my demons were too polite?”

“Yeah.”

“What about Gabriel? And Raphael?”

“Dead.”

Half right at the time.

(Irrelevant-ish question, but what happened to the Words of God in the Apocalypse AU?)

“You soldiers, down in the garrison, at least they let you believe the lie. Upstairs, working for Naomi, working in intelligence, we had no option but to live in the dirt. She never reset me completely. I always knew too much, I had to— I had to do my job.” Ion’s last words.

“Ion...shut up.”

RIP Ion. Killed by Cas.

“That is the true flower of free will. At least as you've mastered it so far. When you create stories, you become gods, of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves. So many worlds!”

One thing I have in common with Metatron: our love of storytelling.

“You know what? Pull the frigging trigger.”

“What?”

“Pull the freaking trigger, you cowardly piece of garbage.”

Okay, Sam, hold on.

“You want a story? Try Kevin Tran's story. He was just a kid. He was a good, straight-A kid, and then he got sucked in to all of this— this angel crap. He became a prophet, of the Word of God. Your prophet. Now, you should've been looking out for him, but no! Instead, you're here, holed up, reading books.”

“He’s dead now. Because of you.”

I don't know about that. At least, not yet.

“You have no idea what's on this demon tablet. Right, the power you could have gotten with this, if you weren't running around like a chicken with his head cut off.”

“You think I can't make you tell?”

“I know you can’t. And you do too.”

Kevin was so resilient when he wanted to be.

The power of Metatron compels you!

Metatron saved and healed Kevin.

“You really intend on closing the doors of Hell?”

“Seems like the thing to do, don't it?”

“It's your choice. And that's what this has all been about, the choices your kind make. But you're gonna have to weigh that choice. Ask yourself: what is it going to take to do this, and what will the world be like after it's done?”

Oh boy.

Trial #3. Cure a demon.

Holy mother of god.

“Cas?”

“A little help here?”

Team Free Will reunion.

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